sure gloat the head the knock
lacquer an a grime sh sh
shocking of the neck clung
next .in the floating back
in the ,salt skin a ,tr
ial foam or sagging
dog inglandular seething un
der the bed cough yr nos
tril grist le and a “sweaty
canoe” where yr d

...rope of ,shuddered cave...

...dime to go

the toil

bug femur’s sure snore
shootin’ something was s
crawled nearly random noticthere in pencil unruly intersectionin an awful, blind hand out
side the enginne ceremony
council runs central’s most
merciful thing fall lab
oratories gardening in the
world ontologies rotatingI think captured encyclopedicis the inability of the unknown
function human mind stim
ulating bells or dung heapto correlate breakfast all
its contents believed its
closest analogue was off
notice in certain grotesque
semi-semic by-products at
its grotesque conceptions of
the most wrenches ,telescopes
in the poetry of the daring
futurists’ depleted clouds
sediment ephemeral forcesglub...glub...glub de
materializes the economy
the metaphoric body flopping
horde accumulating dirt
experience of mindless subject
grease anchors and amorphous
institutional dancers programed
beyond control the infallible
paragraphs of clanging meat

Collapsed from Jim Leftwich’s
Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 55,
2013, & various tales by H. P. Lovecraft